One Thousand One Hundred and Forty-Four: Fa Xu Pei, the First Princes to Kill (14)

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The enemy jumped up and down, and they also ran around. They were about to surround people several times, but they slipped away again.

Once or twice is enough, it's like this a few times!

Han Yu and the others could hold their breath, but the soldiers below became impetuous, and their anger rose gradually, as if they had taken explosives.

"Let's say a few words less, if you are accidentally overheard by Captain Xie or Military Division Han, others will follow you."

Mentioning Han Yu and Xie Ze, the comrade finally held back, but his complexion was not good, and it smelled like a stone in a latrine.

Although Han Yu didn't hear these voices with his own ears, he could still see that the overall momentum of the army was getting more and more depressed.

Xie saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart.

I really wonder if Yang Si and the others have installed a pair of Hot Wheels under their feet, and they are playing with them?

They have been able to catch a turtle in an urn several times, and they can always get out of trouble in a way beyond the normal thinking of ordinary people.

Addicted to hide and seek?

In contrast, Han Yu was much calmer, and did not intend to get angry at all.

Xie wanted to say it several times, but after hesitating for a while, he still swallowed what he wanted to say.

Until now, Xie finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He frowned worriedly, "Mr. Han, the morale of our generals is low. If things go on like this, there may be trouble."

"In the long run?" Han Yu asked back, "How long does Captain Xie think this 'long in the future' can last?"

Xie Ze was taken aback for a moment, and was about to blurt out when he suddenly realized something, and couldn't help but freeze in place.

Han Yu had a smile on his face, but there was a cold light in his eyes. His tone was as calm as ever, as if Yang Si's behavior of playing hide-and-seek and flying a kite had never caused him any confusion. He said, "They are light and simple, and they can't bring much food, grass and supplies. An army of more than ten thousand is not a small number, and a day's ration is an extremely huge number. Even if everyone brings rations, how many days can one person carry?"

They chased after, while Yang Si and others fled in front.

Because of the beacon fire warning, it was difficult to cover up the traces of Yang Si and others, and they could not stay in one place for too long.

They could only keep changing positions, marching and hiding, in order to avoid the eyes and ears of scouts.

Stretching nerves for a long time and fleeing for their lives, invisibly increased the soldiers' demand for food and further weakened morale.

The rations that could last for four or five days may not be able to last for two days.

Looking at the situation, it seems that Yang Si is playing with them, but the first to collapse must be the one that is short of food.

Yang Si and the others didn't have food support, so they couldn't last long.

Either they were too hungry to fight, or they broke through before they were starved to death. The two armies had just faced each other.

"Lieutenant Xie, don't be in a hurry, because your enemy is even more anxious than you."

Han Yu was very patient and put pressure on Yang Si and the others without haste, forcing them to increase the frequency of fleeing and further aggravating physical exertion. This is not only a psychological calculation, but also a competition of endurance between the two armies. Whoever loses his temper first will lose.

Yang Si's combat style is bold and unrestrained, and his thinking is always different, which is quite unconstrained.

Han Yu played steadily and steadily, well-regulated but not sticking to the inherent thinking, thoughtful and steady, very calm.

Just as Han Yu expected, Yang Si encountered a shortage of food and could last at most one day.

After this day, the rest of the time can only drink water to fill the stomach.

Seeing this, Qin Gong's young face was stained with worry.

"What are you panicking about Captain Qin?" Looking at this pale face, Yang Si couldn't bear to stand on the sidelines anymore. He waved at Qin Gong, motioning him to come and rest, and don't keep tensing up, "Come here, sit down." Let’s talk. There’s still a bag of water here, drink it to quench your thirst.”

Qin Gong thanked Yang Si for his kindness.

He is a general, and his physical fitness is much better than Yang Si, a literati.

Not only is there a shortage of food, but also water.

Yang Si's water bag should be kept for him to drink.

Qin Gong couldn't help but said, "Mr. Yang is really not in a hurry—"

Yang Si said, "There will be no water and no food in one or two days. How can Si not be in a hurry?"

Qin Gong looked at his expression carefully, and said strangely, "If the military master is in a hurry, how can he be so calm?"

Yang Si asked back, "Could it be that if Si jumps his feet in a hurry, food and water will be born out of thin air?"

Qin Gong: "..."

It's the first time I've seen someone say "broken pots broken" so confidently.

Qin Gongdao, "Food is in short supply, morale is shaken, and in the end, won't you become a turtle in the enemy's urn?"

Yang Si smiled and went to look at the supervisor Cheng Yuan, and said with a smile, "It is true that there is a shortage of food, but it is an exaggeration to say that the morale is shaken."

Qin Gong was startled for a moment, and suddenly realized something.

For an ordinary army, not to mention the lack of food, which can only be supplied for one day, even if there is half a month left, the morale of the army will show a state of collapse.

As the time of food shortage approaches, there will inevitably be soldiers fleeing privately or fighting cowardly.

The longer the delay, the more deserters, which is almost inevitable.

To give a ready-made example——

Xu Fei was besieged in Shanweng City for several months, and the "water injection soldiers" he recruited were the first to escape, and as time went by, the number reached as many as 30,000. They fled in all directions and became thugs in other places, endangering the people. After that, there are soldiers who are qualified to lead the army's salary, and then there are trusted troops. Those who are willing to stay and die together in times of crisis are basically loyal elites.

Qin Gong has been tense for the past few days, so he didn't notice this for a while.

More than ten thousand troops fled east and west for several days, food and grass became increasingly scarce, and the soldiers under the ground have not reported a single deserter.

This, this is simply impossible!

Seeing that he was in a trance, Yang Si let out a slight snort from the corner of his mouth.

"Si said earlier, if the lord allows you to command 10,000 elites, they must be genuine elites."

Qin Gong's heart was deeply touched, and he couldn't say a word for a while.

"But, but... Gong still has to live up to my lord's high expectations..."

Qin Gong knows how rare it is to have more than 10,000 elites. They are all obtained with a lot of money and hard work.

Losing 10,000 yuan at once, Qin Gong couldn't make up for it even if he picked his own brain.

"What does this have to do with you? If you want to blame it, you can only blame Qi Guan's certificate. A letter of appeal caught people off guard, and we became the fish in the pond." Yang Si grinned secretly. If he survived by chance, he must be hit Qi Guan asked him to pay compensation to the family.

Qin Gong thought that Yang Si's words were to comfort him, and the guilt in his heart could not be lingered.

He didn't expect Jiang Pengji to have high expectations for him as soon as she came up, this trust made him feel sour and warm at the same time.

Qin Gong endured it, and racked his brains to find other topics.

For generals, there is nothing more fulfilling than training an army of tigers and wolves.

He wanted to know who trained the more than ten thousand elites behind him.

This question is a bit difficult--

"Everyone has a share—" Yang Si said uncertainly, "Furthermore, the birth of the elite is not entirely due to a certain person."

"How?" Qin Gong wondered. Mobile phone users please browse and read for a better reading experience.